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Chapter III
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Chapter III
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‘That damned bastard!’ Tatsuki thought as she wheeled around and punched Ichigo in the face as hard as she could. The boy cried out in shock (he would never say it was in pain) and his head snapped around from the force of the punch. The rest of the group stared as the human girl punched the savior of Soul Society twice more, causing him to stagger and fall to one knee on the ground. Blood trickled down his chin and he remained silent and on the ground, staring up at Tatsuki. After a short minute he slowly stood back up, having deemed that she would not hit him again. Their eyes locked for a short moment but Ichigo looked away as Mizuiro and Keigo came in behind her.
“I want to know what’s going on,” Tatsuki stated very calmly. Ichigo wiped the blood away from the corner of his mouth and, not really looking at any of the other Shinigami, nodded in agreement.
“Okay, Tatsuki,” Ichigo said softly, not making eye contact with anyone.
Across from him Renji made a noise of protest, but Ichigo silenced him as he caught his eye.
“They deserve to know, Renji.”
Renji nodded and sighed. “I guess we can introduce ourselves. I have no clue where to start,” he trailed, a hand raised to scratch an imaginary itch on his neck. “Um, I’m Abarai Renji, and these are Matsumoto Rangiku, Zaraki Kenpachi, Kotetsu Isane, Hitsugaya Toshirou, Hisagi Shuuhei, Madarame Ikkaku and Yumichika. We, along with Rukia, are what you would call Shinigami. We’re spirits who have become powerful. We protect a place that you humans call Heaven, however we call it Soul Society. The protectors of Soul Society are part of what we call the Gotei 13. There are 13 squads and each have fuku-taichous and taichous. Hitsugaya and Zaraki are both taichous of the 10th and 11th divisions. Matsumoto is Hitsugaya’s fuku-taichou. I am Rukia’s brother’s fuku-taichou, of the 6th division. Isane is the fuku-taichou of the medical division, the 4th. Ikkaku and Yumichika both belong to the 11th division. Hisagi Shuuhei is the fuku-taichou of the 9th division. I think that’s everyone here, right?” Renji asked. The three intruders just blinked at him. “You didn’t take in a word I just said, did you?”
“Yeah, we did… But it’s a lot of stuff to take in. And it doesn’t explain what Ichigo has to do with all of this,” Mizuiro said calmly.
Ichigo nodded and muttered, “I think we should take them to the Shoten.”
Rukia glanced up at him pityingly and pulled him over to her. “Let me at least heal you so that you don’t have a pounding headache.”
Ichigo smiled pathetically at her and she could tell he was very nervous about what his friends would think of him after the truth was out. She just smiled back reassuringly and healed him.
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About a half an hour later the mixture of Shinigami and humans found themselves in the huge basement of the Urahara Shoten, watching as Ichigo’s human friends were about to be jabbed with a needle and tested to see if they are developing or already have spirit pressure; obviously if they can see Ichigo and Rukia as Shinigami then they have some sort of pressure. Urahara wanted to make sure that the pressure they had would not develop into powers, like Inoue and Chad did in the beginning. Mizuiro and Keigo had already been tested and injected with an Urahara creation that was supposed to ensure that his spirit pressure would not turn into something more, and Tatsuki was the last to go. She gave a scathing look at Ichigo, as if it were his fault before she stepped up to Tessai, who was administering the shots. Ichigo rubbed at his chin and supposed that it was partially his fault.
Tatsuki grumbled and yelped as the needle was stuck in her arm and the liquid injected into her vein, but then again, as Ichigo looked at the size of the needle in her arm, it had probably hurt. It was a good thing Tessai was doing the shot work rather than Urahara. That blonde freak did not have a gentle bone in his body.
Ichigo’s thoughts slowly wandered to Grimmjow. His enemy. He found himself thinking about the blue-haired bastard a lot recently and this worried him a little. The orange-haired teenager sighed and ran his fingers through his already messy locks.
‘Best not to think of Grimmjow now,’ he thought, and focused his attention on the others just in time to realize they were already sitting at a low table, set with several cups of tea. He felt a pinch in his side and squirmed away from it. He looked down and saw Rukia looking up at him. He smiled down at her awkwardly, guilty for thinking of Grimmjow at a time like this, and followed her to the table.
Ichigo growled a bit when he realized that Urahara was telling them all the story of how the blonde man had severed his chain of fate, pushed him into a hole for three days, and nearly turned him into a Hollow. Then the fucking bastard proceeded to tell the story about his trip to Soul Society to save Rukia. Ichigo’s three non-Shinigami friends had turned to stare at him some time ago, their mouths hanging open slightly and their eyes glazed over, as if they could not believe what they heard. In fact, the strawberry could just hear Tatsuki’s gears grinding as she thought ‘How could this little pipsqueak, who couldn’t even take a punch in karate, take out all these supposedly strong guys? I mean, he’s so skinny; no muscle on him at all…’
Okay, so he was beginning to piss himself off. But it didn’t help that, at that moment, Keigo opened his mouth and asked, “How could Ichigo do all that? I mean, it’s Ichigo!”
Ichigo growled but froze when he heard Zaraki’s voice rise above the others’ laughter, “Hey kid, let’s give ‘em a show, eh?!”
Ichigo let out a very unmanly squeak and Rukia patted his leg in sympathy. Zaraki moved to stand up and the orange-haired teen shot off like a bullet. He did not want to fight that crazy-haired freak ever again! He could hear the others laugh at him as Zaraki chased him, but he chose to ignore it. They had never had to fight the blood-crazed bastard, so they could laugh all they wanted! In the background, Ikkaku and Yumichika were throwing him taunts.
“C’mon, your orange-haired bastard! What, are you afraid of someone you’ve already beaten?” Ikkaku screamed, much to the amusement of Renji and Matsumoto.
“Running is so not beautiful,” Yumichika lilted, fanning himself as though he was too good for his surroundings.
Ichigo spun around to give them his patented glare of death but this proved to be a mistake as Zaraki overbore him. The poor kid barely had time to spin out of the way. Ichigo immediately called for Rukia, since he didn’t have his Shinigami badge with him, and the smaller girl hit him in the chin, knocking his lifeless body into the air a few feet before it skidded to the ground.
Ichigo took a moment to glare at her for mistreating his body before he whirled around, Zangetsu in hand, to face the monster that was Zaraki Kenpachi.
On the other side of the table, Urahara chuckled in an evil sort of way and leaned in toward the three ignorant humans, “You are in for a show. I don’t envy poor Kurosaki one bit.” The evil blonde bastard chuckled and Tatsuki, Mizuiro and Keigo shrank back slightly, turning their attention to the raging battle in front of them. They could not help but wince as Zaraki’s maniacal laughter rang throughout the basement.
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About an hour later Ichigo lay panting and sweating, completely exhausted from his fight with Zaraki. Said crazy bastard was in a similar condition, only he was chuckling slightly, flexing his arm against strain the workout provided. The two were grinning at each other though, and the other guests of Urahara were laughing at some new story the blonde was telling them, most likely an embarrassing one about Ichigo. Said boy grunted in annoyance. Ichigo got up from his resting spot on a jutting rock and jumped lightly down so he could drink some tea. He was damn tired!
Just as he lifted the tea cup to his lips, Rukia’s cell phone went off with its annoying shriek. All eyes turned to Rukia as her violet eyes trained on Ichigo, who was still in mid-drink.
“Hollow. Go,” Urahara said, smiling like an idiot and making a shooing motion with his hands.
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‘That damned bastard!’ Tatsuki thought as she wheeled around and punched Ichigo in the face as hard as she could. The boy cried out in shock (he would never say it was in pain) and his head snapped around from the force of the punch. The rest of the group stared as the human girl punched the savior of Soul Society twice more, causing him to stagger and fall to one knee on the ground. Blood trickled down his chin and he remained silent and on the ground, staring up at Tatsuki. After a short minute he slowly stood back up, having deemed that she would not hit him again. Their eyes locked for a short moment but Ichigo looked away as Mizuiro and Keigo came in behind her.
“I want to know what’s going on,” Tatsuki stated very calmly. Ichigo wiped the blood away from the corner of his mouth and, not really looking at any of the other Shinigami, nodded in agreement.
“Okay, Tatsuki,” Ichigo said softly, not making eye contact with anyone.
Across from him Renji made a noise of protest, but Ichigo silenced him as he caught his eye.
“They deserve to know, Renji.”
Renji nodded and sighed. “I guess we can introduce ourselves. I have no clue where to start,” he trailed, a hand raised to scratch an imaginary itch on his neck. “Um, I’m Abarai Renji, and these are Matsumoto Rangiku, Zaraki Kenpachi, Kotetsu Isane, Hitsugaya Toshirou, Hisagi Shuuhei, Madarame Ikkaku and Yumichika. We, along with Rukia, are what you would call Shinigami. We’re spirits who have become powerful. We protect a place that you humans call Heaven, however we call it Soul Society. The protectors of Soul Society are part of what we call the Gotei 13. There are 13 squads and each have fuku-taichous and taichous. Hitsugaya and Zaraki are both taichous of the 10th and 11th divisions. Matsumoto is Hitsugaya’s fuku-taichou. I am Rukia’s brother’s fuku-taichou, of the 6th division. Isane is the fuku-taichou of the medical division, the 4th. Ikkaku and Yumichika both belong to the 11th division. Hisagi Shuuhei is the fuku-taichou of the 9th division. I think that’s everyone here, right?” Renji asked. The three intruders just blinked at him. “You didn’t take in a word I just said, did you?”
“Yeah, we did… But it’s a lot of stuff to take in. And it doesn’t explain what Ichigo has to do with all of this,” Mizuiro said calmly.
Ichigo nodded and muttered, “I think we should take them to the Shoten.”
Rukia glanced up at him pityingly and pulled him over to her. “Let me at least heal you so that you don’t have a pounding headache.”
Ichigo smiled pathetically at her and she could tell he was very nervous about what his friends would think of him after the truth was out. She just smiled back reassuringly and healed him.
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About a half an hour later the mixture of Shinigami and humans found themselves in the huge basement of the Urahara Shoten, watching as Ichigo’s human friends were about to be jabbed with a needle and tested to see if they are developing or already have spirit pressure; obviously if they can see Ichigo and Rukia as Shinigami then they have some sort of pressure. Urahara wanted to make sure that the pressure they had would not develop into powers, like Inoue and Chad did in the beginning. Mizuiro and Keigo had already been tested and injected with an Urahara creation that was supposed to ensure that his spirit pressure would not turn into something more, and Tatsuki was the last to go. She gave a scathing look at Ichigo, as if it were his fault before she stepped up to Tessai, who was administering the shots. Ichigo rubbed at his chin and supposed that it was partially his fault.
Tatsuki grumbled and yelped as the needle was stuck in her arm and the liquid injected into her vein, but then again, as Ichigo looked at the size of the needle in her arm, it had probably hurt. It was a good thing Tessai was doing the shot work rather than Urahara. That blonde freak did not have a gentle bone in his body.
Ichigo’s thoughts slowly wandered to Grimmjow. His enemy. He found himself thinking about the blue-haired bastard a lot recently and this worried him a little. The orange-haired teenager sighed and ran his fingers through his already messy locks.
‘Best not to think of Grimmjow now,’ he thought, and focused his attention on the others just in time to realize they were already sitting at a low table, set with several cups of tea. He felt a pinch in his side and squirmed away from it. He looked down and saw Rukia looking up at him. He smiled down at her awkwardly, guilty for thinking of Grimmjow at a time like this, and followed her to the table.
Ichigo growled a bit when he realized that Urahara was telling them all the story of how the blonde man had severed his chain of fate, pushed him into a hole for three days, and nearly turned him into a Hollow. Then the fucking bastard proceeded to tell the story about his trip to Soul Society to save Rukia. Ichigo’s three non-Shinigami friends had turned to stare at him some time ago, their mouths hanging open slightly and their eyes glazed over, as if they could not believe what they heard. In fact, the strawberry could just hear Tatsuki’s gears grinding as she thought ‘How could this little pipsqueak, who couldn’t even take a punch in karate, take out all these supposedly strong guys? I mean, he’s so skinny; no muscle on him at all…’
Okay, so he was beginning to piss himself off. But it didn’t help that, at that moment, Keigo opened his mouth and asked, “How could Ichigo do all that? I mean, it’s Ichigo!”
Ichigo growled but froze when he heard Zaraki’s voice rise above the others’ laughter, “Hey kid, let’s give ‘em a show, eh?!”
Ichigo let out a very unmanly squeak and Rukia patted his leg in sympathy. Zaraki moved to stand up and the orange-haired teen shot off like a bullet. He did not want to fight that crazy-haired freak ever again! He could hear the others laugh at him as Zaraki chased him, but he chose to ignore it. They had never had to fight the blood-crazed bastard, so they could laugh all they wanted! In the background, Ikkaku and Yumichika were throwing him taunts.
“C’mon, your orange-haired bastard! What, are you afraid of someone you’ve already beaten?” Ikkaku screamed, much to the amusement of Renji and Matsumoto.
“Running is so not beautiful,” Yumichika lilted, fanning himself as though he was too good for his surroundings.
Ichigo spun around to give them his patented glare of death but this proved to be a mistake as Zaraki overbore him. The poor kid barely had time to spin out of the way. Ichigo immediately called for Rukia, since he didn’t have his Shinigami badge with him, and the smaller girl hit him in the chin, knocking his lifeless body into the air a few feet before it skidded to the ground.
Ichigo took a moment to glare at her for mistreating his body before he whirled around, Zangetsu in hand, to face the monster that was Zaraki Kenpachi.
On the other side of the table, Urahara chuckled in an evil sort of way and leaned in toward the three ignorant humans, “You are in for a show. I don’t envy poor Kurosaki one bit.” The evil blonde bastard chuckled and Tatsuki, Mizuiro and Keigo shrank back slightly, turning their attention to the raging battle in front of them. They could not help but wince as Zaraki’s maniacal laughter rang throughout the basement.
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About an hour later Ichigo lay panting and sweating, completely exhausted from his fight with Zaraki. Said crazy bastard was in a similar condition, only he was chuckling slightly, flexing his arm against strain the workout provided. The two were grinning at each other though, and the other guests of Urahara were laughing at some new story the blonde was telling them, most likely an embarrassing one about Ichigo. Said boy grunted in annoyance. Ichigo got up from his resting spot on a jutting rock and jumped lightly down so he could drink some tea. He was damn tired!
Just as he lifted the tea cup to his lips, Rukia’s cell phone went off with its annoying shriek. All eyes turned to Rukia as her violet eyes trained on Ichigo, who was still in mid-drink.
“Hollow. Go,” Urahara said, smiling like an idiot and making a shooing motion with his hands.
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